I saw something astonishing today. I mean, it literally knocked me back on my heels, and as you might expect I grabbed for something to steady me, found nothing, fell over and struck my head on the edge of a table.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m literally fine. None of this happened.”

“No, it didn’t.”

Let me start again. I saw something today that gave me quite a delightful sense of uncovering actual, true, lost history, a world that might have been. It took my breath away, and I felt dizzy, and had to sit down for a while with my head between my knees. Maybe it was because I had run up the stairs. Yes, that was it. Come to think of it I was dizzy when I entered the office and saw the thing, so it wasn’t -

Let me try this again without figures of speech. I saw something today known to few. As you may have suspected over the years YGH is something of an architecture enthusiast. Perhaps I’ve mentioned the bittersweet allure of unbuilt projects, the structures that would have changed a city in a major way. You look at some of them, and think: oh thank God they didn’t do that. What a disaster. But still. What could have been. I’d love to see a composite skyline of the Minneapolis That Wasn’t, with the big black scary tower on Marquette, the stumpy Norwest, the second Lincoln Tower, the 80-story tower on the Nicollet Hotel block . . . and Project 12.

I’d been invited to the offices of a local firm that had passed into new ownership, and they had a ton of archival material from the old owners. They’d built a lot in the 60s and 70s, and were lead structural / mechanical architects on the IDS Center and the skyway system, from the sound of it. One picture grabbed me by the throat - no, it DID NOT, but it made me stop instantly and say hollllld on, wait a minute.

Let’s go back to the Mpls archives. Consider this:

The late lamented Lutheran Brotherhood building, inevitably described as a modernist gem. There was an interior court:

Now imagine you’re at the other end, looking in the other direction. And from there you see . . . this.

PROJECT 12. Look at that stuff on the right! You could've shot a failed Gene Roddenberry pilot there.

t was a proposed 40-story tower done in the style of the little Lutheran Brotherhood. No round corners, alas, but the same skin stretched up way high. And that was just part of the damned thing; Project 12 went for three blocks.

If they’d built it, we still might have lost the Lutheran Brotherhood, but it would be echoed and amplified by this:

(I added the watermark.)

I've never heard anything about Project 12. There's much more, too - but that'll be a newspaper piece, and then a section here as well, if they'll let me.

Oh and I also handled some blueprints . . .

Just the Foshay Tower, that's all.

There's no substitute for touching the documents of history.

From my vast collection of things with almost no monetary value whatsover, I bring you this week's entry.

The C.E.E. is confusing, and you think "some well-intentioned economic assistance group that enriched all the elites in the country that's hence been subsumed or renamed." But that's if you look at it as an English-speaker. Flip it around, take it out of the French, and it's EEC, the EU predecessor.

I can't quite translate the French to my satisfaction. Basically, they built a highway. The Route de I'ituri, wherever that was.

I hope the plans for the empty block by the new towers includes some planter restoration.

This picture sums up Minneapolis right now. For some odd reason.


Our weekly sweep.



"How did it happen," he asked, fully expecting a lie, since that's what people did. They lied,


Solution is here.




I know I bug you guys with these guys, to put it poorly, and I know it's either one of those things you get, or it just annoys you. Believe me! I thought it was Hee-Haw stuff at first, until I reaized what they were doing, and how concise and timeless and, well, decent the show was. It was popular enough to launch a series of movies, and that's what brings us here.


Cedric, the good-natured village idiot, was caught passing Confederate money at the county seat. Two things: one, he went to see a movie called "Partners in Time," and two, the lawyer mentioned has no role in the show, ever.

I think this was a nod to a friend.





Two: at the end of the show, they stay in character to tell you about "Partners in Time," as if it's completely normal for two fellows in a country grocery store to have a movie made about their lives.



"Partners" was an origin story. When Abner says "see us like we really look," he means the actors, as well as the characters. The two actors were much younger than their characters, and played in old-man makeup for the first movie. In this one, they're not aged.

As we noted a few years ago, "Partners" has the unfortunate effect of making Abner look as if he'd suffered dementia, since his younger version is far sharper than the old-man version.

I know, who cares. BUT. It was one of the most beloved entertainments of its day, and unlike a lot of the comedy of the era, it holds up.

You can always start at the beginning, you know.

There are about 1500 shows available.


The sound of the culture demolished by Rock 'n' Roll, right here.




Not saying I'm crazy about it, but it does bring back the pre-66 era.






ASMR Target for the heads.


That will suffice. Thanks for your patronage this week, and we'll start it all up again in a few days.



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